I feel unbelievably constipated at this moment and there can only be one super-duper inducer for my mood now and that is lampy. That ass is seriously ungrateful and petty and evil. Since the day we touched down from Zimbabwe, I have been fricking slaving and doing seriously stupid stuff in the YC office for NAUGHT!! The least he could do is to spare me the fricking mind games and war straegies. YES! I am staying in Hall and Yes! I am not going to be in NUS Humanitarian Affairs. Good riddance. Go eat shit and die.
Thank you Ah Keow for being my venting bin.
From Mr Lam, I learnt that to be nice does not mean that you will be treated nicely; going beyond the call of duty does not guarantee appreciation; giving and giving can be so tiring that you just want to call it quits. I feel quite made-used of. Darn…I am wallowing in major self-pity at this moment. Just bear with it another second, I promise I will be done soon.
I was looking forward to Myanmar. After researching the country and imagining the thrill of another humanitarian programme, that arse decided to pull the plugs JUST because I am not going to be in NUS Humanitarian Affairs…yah right…protocol…regulations..fairness..load of crap. Petty piece of SHIT.
